by Jack Teach » Wed Jun 20, 2018 7:34 pm
Jack stands at the quarterdeck, screaming at his men to keep their wits about them whilst struggling himself to not go that way, Fr. Michael lays on his face, prostrate, praying loudly. He looks to the heavens:
Oh God, please help us, if it is your will, help us please do something.
The wind completely changes direction, the ships sailing east stop dead in their tracks, when they try to tack up and down to go east, they simply cannot, the wind blows too strongly.